Promise Me. Chapter 10 - Angels and Car Crashes.

Courtney's POV.

I woke up on my bed, with someone else’s clothes on. Oh my god, did I sleep with someone last night? I held on to my head as I stumbled trying to stand up. I had the most painful headache ever. It was as if my brain has just exploded in my skull, tearing apart shard by shard of my memories. I then saw Jacob running towards me from the door.
“easy Shay, get back to bed, I’ll get you some coffee, and some aspirins,” He said, grabbing my arm, holding me so I won’t fall backwards.
I just groaned and nodded. He gently led me back to the bed. I flopped on the bed and pulled the covers up to my neck, I was freezing. Jacob came back with a mug of coffee and some pills.
“here, sit up,” he helped me sit up, as if I was someone who was losing her life battling for some kind of fatal disease.
I obeyed his commands. After I gulped down two pills, I went back to lay down on the bed.
“did you take care of me?” I asked, talking so softly, like I was whispering.
“well..”
“did you?”
“yeah, I did,”
“how’d you find me?”
“I came over, to see you, but you weren’t home, and I saw the party flyer on the floor,”
“thanks, anyways,”
“no problem,” he half-smiled. “well, I’m gonna go now, if you need anything, just call alright? Don’t do anything stupid,”
I pretended to be asleep.
“alright then, love you Courtney,” he whispered and kissed my forehead before he left.
“I love you too Jacob..” I whispered and I drifted back to sleep.
I woke up the second time. I looked at the clock and the hands said it was 8.30pm. I sat up, my head still had a small headache. Not as bad as the one I had this morning though. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself. I saw that girl, standing in front of me, I looked into her green-blue eyes, and saw nothing. I held my wrist up, and saw the thin, small cuts, that used to be, big, red, painful, stupid, and regretful.

Jacob’s POV.

“PARRTAYYYY!” yelled Andy as I tightened my grip on his arm, he gained weight.
“Andy!” I slapped his face softly “we’re gonna go now alright?”
“but I want party,” he slurred.
“next time Andy, next time,” I put him into the passenger seat of his car and slammed the door with such force.
I was mad at Andy, how many times does he have to go through this? But fortunately, he wasn’t as drunk as he usually was. He can recover from this easily.
“look Andy, I’m sick and tired of this, I can’t take care of you forever, yeah, you’re like my brother, but, what if I die? What are you gonna do? Die with me? Jesus, Andy, you need to learn to take care of your—“ I was just saying when suddenly I saw another car getting closer way too fast. Its’ headlights flashed across the street in a mad meandering line, and before I could do anything about it I felt myself crash into it, with full force.
And then, blank.